If there’s one song that epitomizes my feelings towards Pizzeria Libretto, it’s Tina Turner’s “You’re Simply the Best”. Apologies for conjuring images of big hair, long legs, and red lips. I just had to do it.

Armed with an appetite, my parents and a special occasion to celebrate (my birthday ) we headed to their oh-so convenient location on the Danforth, making the commute from the east end a walk in the park.

Having dined at Pizzeria Libretto (Both Ossington and Danforth locations) a few times, I was quite familiar with their menu. But being the total food nerd that I am, I spent the night before researching all the items I wanted to order.

San Pellegrino Limonata

Our table started off with San Pellegrino Limonata’s, and a Birra Moretti, all incredibly refreshing. Of their house cocktails, we gravitated towards the Arancione, which was composed of gin, bitters, and Triple Sec. It had a lovely orange flavor that went down smooth.

Buttermilk Calamari

Both Ossington and Dundas locations have had Calamari as a staple on their menu for a while, and for good reason. These tiny little rings of heavenly goodness hot out of the fry basket were crispy and tender, and served on a blanket of Romesco sauce. This emulsion of red peppers and almonds totally won us over, providing the perfect amount of acidity to contrast the sweetness of the calamari.

Arancini

Up next were the Arancini, probably the most mind blowing dish of the night. Stuffed with braised lamb neck, tomato, mozzarella and mint, breaking into these hot fried rice balls was what dreams are made of. The fritters were crispy on the outside , yet luscious and gooey towards the center where the lamb was so tender, it was almost indistinguishable from its shell. The accompanying Bomba Aioli had me wondering why Libretto hasn’t started selling this stuff in jars. Yes, it’s that good folks.

Porcini Agnolotti

My least favourite appetizer of the night was the Porcini Agnolotti. This dish was described as stuffed pasta with pecorino béchamel, mushroom brodo, and celery root puree. I love the flavor of Porcini, but I felt like it got lost amongst everything else going on in the dish. Namely the celery root puree, while delicious, did not allow me to explore all the other flavours described. I think with a bit of finessing, this has the potential to become something spectacular.

Onto the pizzas! The pizzas here are cooked for a mere 90 seconds in a certified VPN oven from Naples, which reaches temperatures of 900 degrees+. This makes for a crust that is light, airy, and slightly charred and a center that is slightly moist.

With three of us at the table, it was only right to order three to taste the spectrum of their offerings.

Time and time again I have gravitated towards the Ontario Prosciutto and Arugula (Pictured above). Libretto creates a real symphony amongst the sweetness of the tomato sauce, the bitterness of the greens, the saltiness of the prosciutto, and the nuttiness of the Parmigiano Reggiano. Four adjectives in one sentence? Yup, they’ve got something special here.

House-made Sausage Pizza

The Housemade Sausage was scented with fennel, and scattered with helpings of caramelized onions, mozzarella, and a side of chili oil to boot. Really great flavours all around.

Nduja Sausage

Word on the street was that the Nduja pizza was a must order. Nduja is a pork based sausage similar to Spanish Andouille. It had a lovely smoky and spicy flavor, and a fatty unctuousness that lingered on my palate. So, so good!

The thing I love about Libretto pizzas are that they are works of art. Ingredients are thoughtfully strewn over each pie to create a composite that is balanced. While a slice here or there might have more of one ingredient than another, it is all in an effort to help you explore and discover the complexity of each pie.

My birthday meal was so memorable that, if given the opportunity, I’d get up on one of their tables and belt out a little Tina

To say food science has come a long way would be an understatement. There have been so many recent advances in the way that food is engineered, that it makes it possible for those with allergies and/or dietary restrictions to indulge in items that would have once been forbidden.

A couple of years ago I had the opportunity to serve as one of three judges at Cupcake Camp TO. I spent close to 3 hours eating 50+ cupcakes, and inevitably ended up in a sugar coma. At the end of the day, the cupcake that, in my eyes, took the top prize was one that had neither gluten, nor sugar in it. If I hadn’t read the description on the card, I wouldn’t have believed it.

On a recent trip to Leslieville, I stumbled upon LPK’s Culinary Groove, an award winning pastry and chocolate shop that caters sweet treats that are a combination of organic, vegan, gluten-free, nut-free, sugar-free and even dairy-free.

I picked up one of their Brownies (No Gluten, No Soy, No Nuts), a Coconut Lime Cupcake (Vegan, No Dairy, No Gluten, No Nuts), and an Orange Caramel Truffle Tart (Vegan, No Dairy, No Nuts).

You’ll just have to ignore all the “No’s” in parentheses, because at no point while I was consuming these desserts did I feel like I was missing anything. The brownie was chewy, chocolaty, and delectable. My favourite, the Coconut Lime Cupcake, was tender and moist, while it’s airy light frosting laced with an edge of lime complemented the richness of the coconut cake.

My mind was baffled when I dug into the tart. How was it possible to create a fork tender crust, and chocolate ganache without the addition of butter? Fools me, but well into these treats I decided it was probably best to stop asking questions and focus on consumption instead.

As you can tell, I’ve been tuning into the incessant chanting of friends, bloggers, and ice cream devotees alike that when it comes to this famous frozen treat, that nothing beats Greg’s in the city. One flavour in particular, Roasted Marshmallow, gained so much notoriety, and such a great fan following that Ben and Jerry’s picked up on it and put in a bid for the secret recipe. They had no luck whatsoever, as Greg wasn’t ready to give it up.

Why is it that Ben and Jerry’s hasn’t been able to figure it out? Well it’s simply because there are no actual marshmallows in the mix. Yes you read right. So how does one create the flavour of a marshmallow that has been toasting over a campfire till it’s crusty and golden on the outside, and melted and gooey on the inside. Beats me! I even questioned the infamous king of ice cream David Lebovitz in a radio interview, where he suggested I try baking marshmallow fluff in the oven and incorporating that into an ice cream base. I will admit that I have not given it a go, but I’m not sure that it’s the answer to this flawlessly smooth concoction that has no traces of goo anywhere. Which leads me to the question, what the heck is in it?

I made the trip to their location in the Annex, and surrendered myself. Fully committed to the cause I ordered a cone, and took my first lick. The roasted flavour was through the roof, and right on. The milky, and almost tan tinge of the ice cream almost confirmed the absence of real marshmallows in the mix, although the spot on flavouring told another story. I will admit that I am still partial to Hollywood Gelato’s version, the only other ice creamery in the city that was capable of replicating the flavour. Their version is made in a gelato machine and is velvety, soft, and has little black specks in it that are very reminiscent of the charred bits one would find on a campfire marshmallow.

If you can’t make it to a camp ground this summer, then check out Greg’s at Bloor and Spadina. And if you’re camping, it wouldn’t hurt to have a tub of this stuff in your cooler.

]]>https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/17/gregs-ice-cream/feed/2vijaya16DSCN2016DSCN2017DSCN2020Black Camel Sandwich Cafehttps://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/17/black-camel-sandwich-cafe/
https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/17/black-camel-sandwich-cafe/#commentsMon, 17 Aug 2009 23:04:01 +0000http://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/17/black-camel-sandwich-cafe/]]>I think it was destiny when I stepped into Black Camel on July 28 2009, their 5th anniversary. I had been entertaining the thought of visiting this cozy sandwich shop for a while, especially after a recent visit to Lou Dawg’s which had got my mind and my palate hooked on pulled pork sandwiches. This was the beginning of my conquest to find the best pulled pork in the city.

I had come across Black Camel, one day walking back from the Masonic temple (headquarters of MTV, where I occasionally make guest appearances on their programming) along Yonge Street when I noticed a quaint little shop, with only a picture of a black camel and a simple sign “Cafe Sandwiches” to point out it’s existence. I made a mental note, and carried on with my walk.

A little bit of research led me to the discovery of their website which was concise and to the point. The simplicity of their menu was bold: only 5 sandwiches. That of slow roasted beef brisket, pulled pork shoulder, seared steak, roasted pulled chicken, and a grilled vegetable number. This inevitably could mean only one thing. Whatever they were doing, they were doing it well enough to be successful over 5 whole years by selling only sandwiches.

The shop was quaint, had limited seating including a bar like counter with stools, and one table outside. Black camels in the forms of statues, aprons, and pictures were visible and were a neat reminder of the store’s namesake. I was greeted by the most charming Eli who was effervescent, lively and at his young age somehow mastered the art of customer service. He graciously stepped out from behind the counter to meet our group, bowing his head, and welcomed us to his family run store. He was the perfect guide when it came to making our sandwich selections, and answering any and all the questions I had about the store. He definitely deserves a raise!

Being a pulled pork fanatic, I made my decision and was encouraged by Eli to try it with their house barbeque sauce and caramelized onions. How could I resist that combination? Other condiments and toppings included charmoula mayo, a moroccan inspired spread, hummus, fontina cheese, and roasted red sweet peppers amongst others. I rounded out my meal with a side order of their coleslaw.

It took about 2 minutes flat from the point that I placed my order to the point that I received it in my hand. Talk about efficiency! Opening the silver wrapper, I was amazed by the soft Portugese bun that sat before me, and it’s lovely interior stuffed with mahogany shreds of pork that were almost indistinguishable from it’s caramelized onion topping. One taste confirmed that this was the best pulled porked I had EVER tasted. It was juicy, tender, and just melted in your mouth. Unlike Lou Dawg’s pulled pork which was on the stringier side, in one word this stuff was absolutely succulent. The coleslaw made a good side accompaniment, and was light, crispy, and refreshing. It however missed that slight sweet and sour tang that I always look forward to in any kind of slaw.

It was easy for Eli to read the excitement on my face as I was finishing up my sandwich. I’m sure he wasn’t surprised though. Especially since they’ve had many celebrities, including the likes of Richard Gere eating at the cafe over the years.

The family’s initial business plan was to provide a heart warming Brisket dinner, typical of Sunday lunches in a Jewish family. With the space restrictions at their location, they opted for a sandwich operation that relied more on take out, and took their decision to the bank. With quality service and food, I can’t wait to be present at Black Camel’s 10th anniversary celebrations. Here, here!

]]>https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/17/black-camel-sandwich-cafe/feed/1vijaya16DSCN2003DSCN2004DSCN2015DSCN2011DSCN2009DSCN2007Berthillon, Parishttps://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/04/berthillon-paris/
https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/04/berthillon-paris/#commentsTue, 04 Aug 2009 15:45:42 +0000http://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/04/berthillon-paris/]]>Berthillon is considered to create the best ice cream in the entire world. What a hefty title to live up to.

Here’s how I completed one of their signature sundaes from start to finish at their beautiful tea room on Île Saint-Louis in Paris. My ice cream flavours included mango, and chocolate-orange. They were unfortunately out of their infamous salted caramel that day.

Was the ice cream as fantastic as everyone claims it to be? In my opinion, the texture of the ice cream was wonderful: smooth, and just giving way to my spoon. The chocolate-orange flavour was rich and robust, but I am almost certain that their mango flavour was infiltrated with canned mango pulp, which I am not a fan of. The crispy meringue provided exquisite textural contrast to the soft mounds of ice cream, while the raspberry coulis provided a tangy edge that cut through the creaminess of the sundae.

The tea room is reminiscent of old Paris, with a decor that is classic and posh. If you want a classic experience, this is the place to go!

]]>https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/04/berthillon-paris/feed/3vijaya16Paris Last Day 105Paris Last Day 116Paris Last Day 110Paris Last Day 117Paris Last Day 118Paris Last Day 119Paris Last Day 120Paris Last Day 121Paris Last Day 122Mystery Boxeshttps://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/03/mystery-boxes/
https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/03/mystery-boxes/#commentsMon, 03 Aug 2009 15:12:31 +0000http://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/03/mystery-boxes/]]>I happened to be baking one day, which is quite out of the ordinary for me, because I am a cook through and through and usually leave the creation of baked goods to those with enough patience for the chemistry of it all.

Anyhow, when I’m in the kitchen I often tend to create an excess of whatever I’m making. So one day I devised a way of giving away a slew of cupcakes that I baked. I grabbed a styrofoam box and a sharpie. In black ink I wrote on the box “Mystery Box: Dear (Friend whose name will remain anonymous). I hope you enjoy these Let me know what you think. (Signed nobody)”. I drove over to the friend’s house, dropped the box off on their porch, and waited to see how this charade would play out.

Messages on Twitter indicated that the person thought another friend had delivered the special treat. I felt slighted, but whatever, that’s what I got for not putting my name on the box. Then I discovered that the friend’s mother was on the brink of throwing the entire box out in fear that someone was out to poison her kid. I found that quite funny.

Close to midnight I get a text message asking if it was me. “If what was me?” I responded. I know, I’m horrible aren’t I? So I play out this mind game for another 45 minutes before I give in. This time my friend was seriously threatening to throw out my double chocolate cupcakes, and I just wasn’t having it anymore. To my relief at least 2 cupcakes were consumed that evening.

It was one of the most interesting social experiments that I’ve conducted, and I got such a good laugh out of it that I did it again, and again, and again. Each box had a funny story attached to it, with the friend not knowing what to do with it, or accessories to the stories including parents who refused to open the door when I knocked.

The Mystery Box phenomenon is one that I am going to continue, just for the simple joy of seeing people get excited over a surprise delivery. As a kid I’ve always dreamt of singing telegrams at my door, bouquets of flowers that show up for no reason, and balloons that are so abundant that they have a hard time getting through the door. Who wouldn’t like to be able to make their friend’s eyes light up over a special treat made specifically for them?

Do you know someone deserving of a Mystery Box?

]]>https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/03/mystery-boxes/feed/3vijaya166093_784589594282_28109432_49934210_955459_n6093_784589778912_28109432_49934212_3053986_nMexico or Busthttps://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/02/mexico-or-bust/
https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/02/mexico-or-bust/#commentsSun, 02 Aug 2009 22:47:48 +0000http://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/02/mexico-or-bust/]]>Picture this. I’m sitting on the subway, clutching a brown paper bag. I sniffle, tears well up in my eyes, and I am reading one of the thickest novels I have read in a while. I look up occasionally to note that a few observant passengers are looking at me with concern. Brown paper bag+ tears streaming down my face+ thick novel…I can only imagine what was running through their minds.

Well little did they know, in that paper bag was the catalyst of my emotional state, that being euphoria. I had been united with a treat that I had been obsessively researching online for the last month and a bit…Mexican candy.

I had encountered Mexican candy once during a trip to the States and fell in love instantaneously. Being a lover of all things containing tamarind, I hit the jackpot when I found mounds of tamarind balls flavoured with course sugar, salt, and Mexican chilli at a candy store in Universal Studios. I was recently reminded of this tangy, tart, spicy, and sweet candy as I was snacking on Taiwanese tamarind balls. With a little research I discovered that there were many online vendors that sold the product.l However, after countless inquiries, receiving no e-mails back, and cringing at the $20 USD cost of shipping $5 worth of candy, I decided that may be there were other more accessible options.

A friend had noted that a small portion of Kensington Market in Toronto was dedicated to Latin American groceries and that I might have some luck there. I was in search of Pulparindo, a tamarind bar flavoured with chilli and salt whose texture can be likened to a fruit rollup, and acidulated lollipops which came in flavours like mango and watermelon and were covered in a coating of chilli and salt.

Perola was the first and only grocery store that I stepped into, simply because I found all I was looking for there. The owner was extremely helpful, and delighted in my enthusiasm and the beads of sweat that began to form on my forehead as a result of the searing heat of the candy.

I must note that Mexican candy is an acquired taste, and not for the faint of heart. The combination of salty, spicy, and sweet may not be instantly recognizable, but it’s one that can come to be appreciated after a few tastes. Keep an open mind, and you might find yourself requesting membership into my Mexican Candy Lovers club

Perola’s Supermarket

247 Augusta Avenue

Tel: 416-593-9728

]]>https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/08/02/mexico-or-bust/feed/3vijaya16DSCN5532DSCN5536Pink’shttps://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/06/17/pinks/
https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/06/17/pinks/#commentsWed, 17 Jun 2009 22:42:36 +0000http://foodcapades.wordpress.com/?p=452]]>As you’ve come to realize through my blog, whenever I travel I do a lot of heavy research before hand. The last thing I want is to feel disappointed leaving a destination having not experienced it (food-wise) to its fullest.

Prior to my trip to Los Angeles, I quickly brought together a list of all the restaurants I wanted to visit. The list came together in a matter of minutes, and didn’t require a repetitive Google search of “Los Angeles+ Best+ Restaurants” to find my short list. In fact, all the restaurants I pooled together were a result of references from popular television.

One of those restaurants is the infamous Pink’s. Located at the intersection of Melrose and La Brea, this hot dog stand has been up since 1939 and is best well known for serving its Hollywood celebrity clientele. It has been featured on “Nip/Tuck”, was the inspiration for James Taylor’s song “Chili Dog”, and was featured on “Jackass” where the love of my life, Brad Pitt, was abducted while waiting in line.

Pulling up to the restaurant was magical. A huge sign depicting the most popular dog in town, and a massive line of hungry patrons greeted me. I honestly felt like I was in a dream, and as a result was snapping pictures like a mad woman trying to capture the essence of the energy surrounding this place.

As I waited in line, I noticed the efficiency of the women behind the counter preparing the hot dogs, burgers, and burritos amongst other things. They were speedy, wore no emotion, and definitely looked like they were on a mission.

After a few moments of contemplation, I had decided what I was going to order. The standard mustard and relish wasn’t going to cut it here. In this case I had to go big, or go back to my hotel room. I selected the Mulholland Drive Dog, which as many things on the menu was inspired by a movie of the same name. It promised of a hot dog with grilled onions, grilled mushrooms, nacho cheese, and bacon all for only $5.75 USD. How could I go wrong?

I swapped the regular dog for a turkey dog and waited to the side while my order was being brought to life. I took the time to stare at the walls around me that housed framed pictures of famous celebrities that had eaten there.

In addition to the typical Hollywood A-lister (and some D-listers) I found my idols Gordon, and Martha. How lovely to know that they vouched for this place. He could have very well once touched the counter top I was leaning against. Sigh.

The short wait did not disappoint. I was soon united with my dog and sat down to take a bite. With cheese spilling off the edges, and crispy bacon glistening in the Californian sun, I felt like I was home.

One bite confirmed that this artery clogging masterpiece was mine to savour alone. It wasn’t sophisticated by any means, and tasted just like it sounded. But the idea that I was dining in a culinary institution just brought my taste buds soaring to another level.

If you ever plan a trip to Los Angeles, this is definitely one gem that you don’t want to miss.

]]>https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/06/17/pinks/feed/6vijaya16Los Angeles Day 5 035Los Angeles Day 5 037Los Angeles Day 5 039Los Angeles Day 5 038Los Angeles Day 5 047Los Angeles Day 5 052Los Angeles Day 5 048Los Angeles Day 5 050Los Angeles Day 5 051Puttanescahttps://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/06/17/puttanesca/
https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/06/17/puttanesca/#respondWed, 17 Jun 2009 16:52:23 +0000http://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/06/17/puttanesca/]]>I like one pan wonder recipes. Especially when they use pantry items and don’t require a special trip out to the grocery store.

Pasta Puttanesca is one of those dishes that can transform boring staples into something magnificent. It’s rustic approach, and combination of lively strong flavours is what it is best known for, although the debates over the origin of its name are far more entertaining: Diane Seed’s “whore’s spaghetti” or Sandro Petti’s “garbage/worthless pasta”? Which do you prefer?

Okay, before I turn you off from making this pasta, let’s move along. My inspiration for this pasta came from the tube of anchovy paste sitting in my fridge. I had purchased it the week before to make Jamie Oliver’s version of the Perfect Caesar Salad. The anchovy paste brought me that much closer to perfect…trust me!

My pantry was out of the essential capers and olives necessary for this recipe, so I had to make the obligatory grocery store run. I happened to be in the area of the St. Lawrence market around that time and made my first ever visit to this food haven. I know what you’re thinking. How could I have never visited the St. Lawrence market before? Well, it just happens that I haven’t. And while I took in all the sites, sounds, and smells I managed to pick up a large bunch of the most gorgeous basil, and a huge hunk of Parmigiano Reggiano.

And within 10 minutes of arriving at home I got my meal on the table.

Here’s the play by play:

Ingredients:

Fettucine Alfredo

Garlic

Anchovy Paste

Olives

Capers

Strained Tomato Sauce

Basil

Parsley

Parmigiano Reggiano

Salt and Pepper

Instructions:

1) Bring water to the boil, salt, and add desired amount of pasta (single serving). Cook until al dente, while reserving a cup of cooking water.

Note: Italians never serve cheese with fish. It’s considered a big no no. In this case I used anchovy paste and should have refrained from using the Parmigiano Reggiano. But the the big hunk of freshly sliced cheese from Parma was calling to me and I just had to do it

]]>https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/06/17/puttanesca/feed/0vijaya16DSCN5496DSCN5498DSCN5500The Cupcake Shoppehttps://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/06/16/the-cupcake-shoppe/
https://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/06/16/the-cupcake-shoppe/#commentsTue, 16 Jun 2009 19:50:08 +0000http://foodcapades.wordpress.com/2009/06/16/the-cupcake-shoppe/]]>If you want to get in my good books, all you’ve got to do is show up with cupcakes. That’s what I’ve decided recently.

I don’t know where this love sprung from. I think it may have started quite some time ago while watching Victoria Gotti scarfing down cupcake upon cupcake on her A&E show (now cancelled) “Growin’ up Gotti”. Or it could have been during day camp when I was 6 years old while frosting a Betty Crocker chocolate cupcake with straight-from-the-can rainbow sprinkle vanilla icing. Those were the days.

My nostalgia for these innocent but devious cakes brought me to The Cupcake Shoppe on Yonge. A quaint little shop, it’s square footage allows for no more than 4 customers in store at a time. Inviting displays of vanilla, chocolate, and marble cupcakes are topped with multi-coloured frostings indicative of their flavour. Quirky names are given to each cupcake, sometimes requiring the menu to be able to decode.

Cupcakes are sold for $2.75 each or 6 for $13. My selection included James Brown (Chocolate frosting), Mango Madness (Mango Frosting), and Creamsicle (Orange/Vanilla frosting) all on chocolate cupcakes.

The cupcakes themselves were not over the top chocolatey. They were balanced, had a light crumb, and were moist overall. Pretty standard in cupcake terms.

The quality of the frosting varied from cupcake to cupcake. I enjoyed the James Brown and Creamsicle frostings because they stayed true to their flavour description. Creamsicle was especially surprising because the punch of vanilla and artificial orange flavouring served as the perfect throw back to the Dickadee man’s (Ice cream man’s) popsicle of the same name.

What was less appealing was the mango frosting. With each bite, I felt like I was consuming a stick of butter. The mango flavour was not prevalent even when I tasted the frosting on its own. It’s definitely something that the owner’s should re-experiment with.

The cupcakes did satisfy my craving. What was nice about each one, is that it was either topped off with a sprinkle or a piece of candy in the flavour of the frosting. It was a cute surprise I was not expecting.

I requested permission to take photos inside the store, but was unlucky. It’s so cramped in there that I think their objective is to get people in and out as quickly as possible. My advice is to research their menu before going in so that you know what you want. Keep in mind that they have on display approximately 8 flavours out of a roster of 16. So don’t be disappointed once you get there to find out one of the flavours is missing.

As I continue to dream of cupcakes, their light and fluffy frosting, and sprinkles galore, please note I make friends really easily, especially when they present me with cupcakes.